I saw the multitude of shining constellations,
A-looking at the heavens through your eyes.
The destiny has sent me satisfaction,
However, I haven’t found the Paradise.
The stellar light is beautiful and blessed,
But it comes from the stars, which are already dead;
Our love, our love, which hopelessly lasted
A while, tears my heart to pieces, splits my head.
I won’t disturb you, all is gone forever,
The Universe belongs to us no more.
The ashes of our feelings are a feather,
Which is a remnant of our days of yore.
April 14th, 2012
To G. Sh
© Copyright: Хабибулло-Евгений Киселев, 2012
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